14 March, 2013

I refuse to crawl.

I wish I had the same convenience of ease as you, with which you dust your shoes, before you breeze on, without looking back.
Empty is the jar and sober is the soul; stars don't make stardust and it doesn't rain as often as it should anymore.
Sharing turtledoves and writing notes is what stupid people do and on and on they dote like drunken goats on board a boat.